This wild beast cannot be tamed.
She does not wish to respond to reason or logic.
To do this would deny her inherent existence.
Her inner dialogue has no filter or boundary.
She bucks and roars and screams beneath this exterior.
She wants to go, to run, to discover.
She needs to challenge, to be alone, to be free.
She hurts in all the wrong places, where her mind won’t let her go, won’t let her go.
Her mind won’t let her go.
It’s all bottled up—not so nice, not so neat, caged just beneath this layer of skin and bone.
It tears and claws from the inside. It makes her stronger. The truth makes her stronger.
This caged beast within won’t let her go. And she won’t let it go. They are one and the same.
I have learned to accept my inner wild. My irrational, my crazy, my unreasonable, my complicated wild. She is beautiful to me. She is beautiful. She is me. The unfiltered version of the mask I wear every day. I am the socially acceptable version of her on a daily basis. I go to work, I raise my children, I support my family and friends. I am the daughter, mother, friend, lover, employee that can mascaraed in the real world, with no repercussions. And she lies in wait underneath it all for those rare moments when she is unleashed, those times she and I are blissfully free.
Author: Christie Page
Editor: Rachel Nussbaum
Photo: Google Images for Reuse